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Children of Exile

No, I will not take them back there
From where we were lured away
To these cruel shores
Which brutally abort them too
Outcasts
Lepers ostracized
For time has trapped them
In a regime where their progeny and place
Are in a riotous
State of disequilibrium.

Suffering, maybe suffering alone
Can make them
Divine paths
And decide courses
For survival
Into the future
Where to plant their seed
And see it grow settled
Into meaningful fruition.
©SAMIR R. MTAMBA